Intro

Hi.

I've set this blog up as a start of my crusade to rid us of half-rate, career-pushing vacant artless muppets singing "Abide With Me" at our FA Cup final.

One of the greatest sights in the world is the 70,000 or so fans belting this tune out with everything they've got. Fat men with their tops off in tears are sadly a thing of the past as we've seen, over the last few years, the tenor or soprano currently with a CD to push screeching out arpeggios all over this once most beautiful moment.

picture of a fat man crying like what they did before russell bloody watson came along and sucked the life out of Abide with Me with his tenory lungs

I've called this blog "Abide with us" because I think that this moment is ours - it's a moment of public collective unity that's been robbed from us by crass commercialism.

Anyway. Join me. If you go to the next final, belt it out and drown out the warbling tosser with the mike.

The Pod